#night shift tattoo :0

[becaexists]

When I turn 18 I'm gonna get silly tattoos to do with every single one of my previous special fixations including undertale so I'm gonna have sans somewhere on my body forever so I can look at it and be like haha funny bone man

[ragvas]

Song of the Moon

During the Third War, as the forces of the Burning Legion threatened to consume Azeroth, orcs and humans fled to Kalimdor, bringing their bitter conflict with them...

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the dense canopy of Ashenvale forest. The soft whispers of the leaves mingled with the distant howls of the wilds, creating a symphony of nature that lulled the world into a quiet vigil. Evan Greystone, a stoic human soldier of the Alliance, found himself lost amidst the ancient trees, his path obscured by the ever-shifting shadows. The scent of earth and pine filled his nostrils as he cautiously pushed through the underbrush, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. His eyes searched the gloom for any signs of danger or perhaps a glimmer of civilization.

Evan paused, his heart racing as he heard the crunch of leaves underfoot approaching from his left. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” His voice echoed through the trees, tension lacing every word. Out from the shadows stepped a tall, regal figure, her presence as commanding as it was otherworldly. The moonlight danced across her shimmering dark pink skin, highlighting every curve of her lithe, powerful frame. Her long blue hair cascaded down her back, tied in a vibrant ponytail that swayed with her every movement. The red scar-like tattoos over her eyes seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, a stark contrast to the night elf sentinel armour that clung tightly to her thick thighs and wide hips. Her silvery blue eyes locked onto Evan’s, and she stood tall, her 7' 0" (215 cm) frame dwarfing his own considerable height of 6' 6" (197 cm).

Evan’s breath caught in his throat as the giant elf stepped into the moonlit clearing. Her beauty was a stark contrast to the rugged terrain, her dark pink skin almost luminescent beneath the night sky. He couldn’t help but take in her confident stance, the way the moonlight played off her sword, and the intensity of her gaze. "I am Seladria Moonsong," she said, her voice sharp and melodic, carrying a weight that demanded respect. Evan swallowed hard, his hand still hovering near his sword hilt. "Evan… Evan Greystone," he managed to reply, his voice betraying the nerves he fought to keep at bay. Her presence was commanding, yet there was something else, something that sent a thrill down his spine. A sense of power that was both intimidating and exhilarating.

Seladria’s eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the human before her. She could see the tension in his stance, the way his hand fluttered near his weapon. But there was something else too. A spark of curiosity, perhaps even fascination. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "You are far from home, human," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "What brings you to these lands?"

Evan slowly lowered his hand from his sword, his eyes never leaving Seladria’s. "I was part of a scouting party," he explained, his voice steadying. "We were separated in a skirmish with the orcs. I’ve been searching for them ever since." His gaze lingered on her face tattoos, their alien beauty drawing him in. "I… I am lost."

As Seladria listened to Evan’s words, a sudden flash of light pierced the night sky. A shooting star streaked across the heavens, its fiery tail briefly outshining the moon. Her eyes widened, and she raised a hand to her chest, her heart pounding in response. "Elune’s tears… a sign," she murmured, her voice filled with reverence. She looked back at Evan, her expression softening, a decision forming in her mind. "Your fate is not to die here tonight, human," she said, surprising herself with the certainty in her voice.

Evan’s eyes followed Seladria’s gaze to the shooting star, his own heart pounding. He had heard tales of the night elves’ reverence for the celestial bodies, but seeing it manifested so powerfully before him was something else entirely. "What does it mean?" he asked, genuinely curious, his voice tinged with awe.

Seladria's hand lingered on her chest, feeling the sudden warmth spreading through her body. "It means… Change," she replied, her voice thick with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "It is a sign that our destinies are intertwined."

Evan stared at Seladria; his curiosity piqued by her cryptic words. The warmth of the star seemed to reflect in her eyes, making them shine like twin sapphires. "Intertwined?" he repeated, taking a tentative step closer. "How?"

Seladria’s body began to tremble, a sudden surge of energy coursing through her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. "I… I’m not sure," she admitted, her voice quivering slightly. "But I feel something... Something powerful." She opened her eyes again. They were glowing brightly, the same colour as the star that streaked across the sky. A strange warmth spread through her chest, intensifying with every passing second.

Evan watched with growing concern as Seladria’s body seemed to pulse with energy. "What’s happening to you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I… I’m… growing," Seladria gasped, her sharp sword slipped from her grasp and clattered softly to the ground. Her cheeks flushed as the energy within her began to manifest physically. Her body started to expand, her armour tightening around her as her chest swelled from C cup to D, her breasts pushing against the fabric, straining to contain their newfound size. "It’s the star’s… Ah~… Its energy," she whispered and moaned softly, adjusting her armour as best she could.

Evan’s eyes widened as he watched Seladria’s transformation, the sight both mesmerizing and terrifying. "By the Light," he whispered, a mix of awe and fear in his voice. "Is it… is it going to stop?"

Seladria’s breathing deepened, the pressure building within her as her body continued to expand. Her breasts swelled further into a DD cup, the fabric of her armour groaning with the effort to contain them. "It feels… incredible," she moaned, her voice filled with a strange mix of pleasure and power. Her eyes darkened with desire, the energy from the star fuelling a primal urge within her.

Transfixed by Seladria’s transformation, Evan took another step closer, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. "What do we do?" he asked, his voice a mix of wonder and concern.

The moment Evan’s hand touched her arm, Seladria gasped, arching her back as a bolt of pleasure surged through her. The warmth from his touch seemed to amplify the star’s energy within her. She felt herself growing bigger, her legs stretching, her height quickly shooting up to 7' 5" (227 cm). Her breasts swelled further, the fabric of her armour now clinging desperately to the new contours of her chest. With a soft tear, the material gave way, revealing the swollen peaks of her now E-cup breasts, her nipples standing at attention. "Oh, by Elune," she moaned, her voice thick with desire as she looked down at Evan, her towering form casting a long shadow over him. She could feel the power coursing through her, a heady rush that made her feel invincible, unstoppable. Yet, there was a tenderness in her gaze as she looked at the human before her, a strange mix of affection and hunger.

Evan’s heart raced as he looked up at Seladria, her now towering form overwhelming his senses. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, the sheer power of her presence both terrifying and exhilarating. He swallowed hard, his hand still on her arm. "Seladria, are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.

Seladria’s body responded to his touch with a surge of power, and she felt herself shooting upward. Her legs lengthened and thickened, her breasts swelled to F-cup, and she grew bigger... And bigger... And bigger... 7' 11" (243 cm)... 8' 3" (252 cm)... 8' 6" (261 cm)... Her moans of pleasure echoed through the forest, primal sounds that seemed to resonate with the very trees themselves. As she reached 8' 11" (274 cm) the fabric of her chest armour gave way completely, revealing her massive breasts, now swollen to full G-cups. Her ass juted out further, the leather of her trousers straining and creaking. "Oh, Evan..." she gasped, her voice a deep, throaty purr. "Your touch... it's... Uhm!!! Aaah~!"

Evan's hand lingered on Seladria's arm for a moment longer before he slowly withdrew it, his eyes traveling up the length of her now goddess-like body. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Fear and growing arousal wared within him, his cock responding to the sheer scale of her beauty and power. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he tried to find the words. "Seladria," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to you?" His own hand shook slightly as he reached down to adjust his growing erection, his eyes never leaving hers.

Looking down at Evan, Seladria felt a heady rush of power. She was now more than head and shoulders taller than him. The fear and arousal emanating from him was palpable to her, like a sweet scent in the air. She knew she could bend him to her will, crush him beneath her feet like a mere bug. Yet, she found herself smiling gently, a soft, knowing smile that held the promise of something more. "I am becoming something... Greater," she said, her voice a purr. She enjoyed watching his reactions, his eyes widening with every inch she grew. Her breasts now massive, heaving heavily on her chest as she breathed the fresh night air.

Evan's eyes were drawn to her boobs like a moth to the light. He tried to ignore the throb in his pants, focusing instead on the woman before him. "Greater?" he echoed; his voice hoarse with the effort of controlling his desire. "What do you mean?"

Seladria's lust reached a crescendo, and she could no longer ignore the primal urges that the star's energy has awakened within her. With a swiftness that belies her new size, she grabbed Evan by the shoulders and pinned him to the ground, her towering frame casting a long shadow over him. "I need you," she growled, her voice filled with a feral hunger. With a savage grace, she tore away his armour and clothing, revealing his hard, throbbing cock, which stood at attention as if in salute to her dominance and beauty.

Evan's eyes widened as Seladria's massive breasts came closer, the heat from her body like a furnace. He could feel her breath on his skin, and her power was intoxicating. "Seladria," he gasped, his voice a mix of fear and desire.

With a snarl of pleasure, Seladria ripped the rest of her overly tight and tattered garments away revealing her abnormally tall curvy body in all its glory to him. Her giant boobs bouncing freely with the motion. Her dark pink skin shimmered in the moonlight, her body a canvas of power and beauty. She straddled him, her massive thighs on either side of his comparably puny body and took his cock deep into her throbbing wet pussy as she sat on him with a loud wet thud. "Mmmm," she moaned, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she felt him deep inside her. Her walls clutching around him, and she started to ride him slowly the sound of her moaning growing louder as her body continued to expand further.

Evan's eyes went wide with a mix of shock and arousal as Seladria took charge. He could feel her heat, her power, enveloping him as she rode him. His hands instinctively griped her thick thighs, feeling them tighten and bulge with every thrust. He's never felt so... Small, so insignificant yet so... Alive. "Seladria," he gasped, his voice strained, "What… Ah! What… Uhm… What are you doing?"

Seladria's breath came in ragged pants, her eyes snapping open to meet his. "I am claiming you," she growled, her teeth bared in a smile that was part seduction, part challenge. Her hips rolled and grinded, each movement sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her breasts bounced and swayed with every stroke, her nipples brushing against his chest, leaving trails of wetness in their wake. "You are mine now, Evan," she said, her voice thick with desire.

With a guttural moan that shook the very earth beneath them, Seladria's body was once again enveloped by the star's power. Her breasts swelling to a massive H-cup, the weight of them momentarily pinning Evan to the ground. She threw her head back, her hair a waterfall of blue silk against the backdrop of the night sky. Her hips bucked wildly, her movements becoming more primal and urgent. "Oh, by the light of the moon," she cried out, her voice a symphony of passion.

Her body continued to stretch and expand, her height now a staggering 9' 3" (283 cm). Her hips widened, her ass grew to massive proportions, her thighs thickened, each one now wider than Evan's whole body, powerful and unyielding. The forest seemed to hold its breath as she dominated the clearing, her every movement a testament to her newfound might. "Look at me little man," she commanded, her voice a purr that could melt the strongest of wills.

Evan's eyes were drawn to her giant voluptuous body, unable to resist the sight of her growth. His eyes widened in amazement as he watched her breasts swell to I-cups, her body now a landscape of curves and power. He could feel the earth tremble with each thrust of her mighty hips, and his own body responded in kind. "You're... You're so big," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and admiration.

Seladria's eyes gleamed with mischief as she felt his wonder. The thrill of her growth only fueled her desire for more. "And I'm not finished yet," she murmured, her massive breasts swaying as she leaned in closer, her nipples brushing against his face.

With a wicked grin, her body surged with energy once more. Her breasts expanded to J-cups, the weight of them pushing Evan even further into the soft moss beneath them. Her moans grew louder, the very air around them charged with erotic energy. "Oh, Evan," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

The pressure within Seladria's tight pussy was unbearable, and the sight of her growing form became too much for Evan to handle. "Seladria!" he cried out, his hips bucking wildly as he lost control. His cock spasmed, releasing a torrent of hot cum deep inside her. The intensity of his orgasm was matched only by the roar that tore from his throat, echoing through the forest.

Seladria felt Evan's warm seed filling her, and the sensation sent another wave of power through her body. She groaned, her breasts ballooning to K-cups. "Your essence... it's feeding me," she said, her voice a mix of amazement and hunger. "More… Give me more!"

Panting, Evan tried to catch his breath as Seladria's tight pussy continues to milk him relentlessly. He's never felt anything like this before, and his body responded eagerly, his cock still pulsing inside her. "I... I'll do my best," he gasped, his hips moving in response to her urging.

Seladria's scream echoed through the forest, a mix of pleasure and pain as she grew taller, her body stretching and swelling with newfound power. Her ass and legs, already an impressive sight, expanded even further, pushing her height to an astounding 9' 10" (301 cm). Her cheeks spread, the muscles in her legs and ass bulging with power and strength as she rose over him, a goddess of the night.

Her breasts now L-cups, Seladria's chest heaved with every breath, her huge swollen nipples tight and sensitive against Evan's skin. She felt the warmth of his cum inside her, and it only made her craving more. Her eyes, now glowing with the same blue light as the star, bore into his soul. "Again," she commanded, her voice like velvet thunder.

Her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her gigantic breasts swaying with each movement. The feeling of his cock still pulsing within her sent shivers down her spine, and she knew she won't be satisfied until she's grown even larger. “I… I can feel the power of the stars within me Evan... Making me bigger... And bigger," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Evan's eyes widened as Seladria's body continued to swell, her breasts now unbelievable M-cup mountains of soft delicate pink flesh. He could feel the power surging through her, both terrifying and exhilarating him making his dick hard again. "What are you becoming?" he gasped, his voice hoarse from pleasure.

Seladria's smile widened, revealing her sharp, elongated canines. "I am becoming what the stars demand," she murmured, her hips moving in a slow, seductive grind. "And with each inch, with every drop of your cum, I grow more powerful."

Evan's eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and lust as Seladria's body continued to transform around him. He could feel her power growing, her leg and ass muscles tightening and swelling with every thrust. "What... What will you do with me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Seladria's eyes rolled back in her head, and a deep, primal moan built in her chest. She felt his cock pulsing within her, and she couldn't take it anymore. The sight of him, so small and helpless beneath her, sent her over the edge. "Oh, Evan..." she groaned, her voice a crescendo of pleasure. She clutched him tightly, her massive breasts engulfing him as she started cumming, her pussy contracting around his cock in powerful waves. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, her body spasming with the force of her orgasm.

As she reached her peak, the star's energy surged through her once more, and she felt herself growing taller still. Her height now a towering 10' 4" (317 cm), she was now a colossal presence in the clearing, her enormous breasts swaying with every gasping breath. She leaned back, her spine arching as the pleasure washed over her, her eyes, glowing gemstones in the moonlight. "More," she purred, her voice a siren's call. "I need more!"

Her body, now a symphony of power and beauty, continued to ascend into new heights. At 11' 3" (343 cm), Seladria's breasts swelled to N-cups. She looked down at tiny Evan, her eyes filled with a mix of hunger and affection. "My darling..." she whispered, her voice like a gentle summer breeze. "You're going to make me so… So… Big..."

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World of Warcraft... The love of my childhood and the thing that got me into the GTS fetish 14 years ago. Feels old, man... 😄 I've had a soft spot for this universe for a long, long time, and I was a bit disappointed when I found out that there are almost no GTS stories about it, or at least, I've found only a very few. And trust me, I tried. So, I decided to write some myself. We'll see how many there will be, but at the moment, I'm feeling very excited about the idea. I also might release some screenshots from the game. Let me know if you'd be interested in seeing them.

It's pretty hard to make screenshots for couples alone, so if any of you are interested in helping me, let me know. 😉

These are the damned videos that sparked my GTS fetish! I'm glad they're still out there. Seeing them again after all these years felt so nostalgic. 😊:

The screenshot was taken on a GTS WoW server. If you're interested, you can join it here:

[ilikemcdanno]

It’s Steve’s birthday!! And also the celebration @mayberrycryptid is holding!! 🎉🎉🥳 happy Hawaii Five-0 Day

Here’s my 10 fanfic recommendations!! I’m also doing my three favorite episodes. :)

1. Situational awareness, summary: Steve McGarrett has a soulmark from the moment he’s born. He has a mark that his dad covers up when he’s a baby, an ugly black thing in the shape of knuckles splayed across his cheekbone. Danny Williams gets his mark a few months after he’s born. There’s a black smear across the back of his hand and down two fingers and Danny dreams of the day his soulmate will touch him for the first time and set the mark alight with color. Steve McGarrett grows up hating his soulmark, Danny Williams dreams of the day he'll meet his soulmate. Somehow, against all odds, they find each other.

2. The morning after (the night before), summary: If, after you’ve been pining for going on a decade, you turn over in bed and end up nose to nose with the secret object of your affection, it’s no less than perfectly reasonable to yell “eep!” and flail wildly until you topple over the edge of the mattress and land with a loud thump on your back on the floor…. Naked.

3. Returned: one diamond ring, summary: I’ve seen a lot of people coming in and out of my shop over the years. Tourists looking for some souvenir jewelry, distrustful trophy wives wanting to see if their diamonds are real, young kids wanting to buy something nice to impress their girlfriend, eyes shining with nerves as they prepare to pop the question. Every so often, I get someone particularly memorable. A young man so nervous about picking out the right ring he nearly hurled on the display case, a blonde woman so angry when she tried to fence the diamonds off a tennis bracelet her husband had given her only to find out they were fake that she cracked the glass on a case holding earrings, and the tall, dark haired man with the edges of tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves.

4. Forever in paradise, summary: Danny Williams is tired of being stuck in New Jersey while his daughter is 5,000 miles away in Hawaii. When an undercover assignment with Honolulu PD becomes available, he jumps at it, even though he could write a book on how much he hates reality TV… And then he meets Steve.

5. Letting go, summary: He shifted, pressing a kiss against Danny's shoulder. "How did you know?" he managed… Danny didn't need to ask for clarification. "I know you." His hand curled protectively around the back of Steve's head. "The rest is just details." In the wake of Aunt Deb’s funeral, Steve finds some healing.

6. Ho'oponopono, Summary: Groundhog Day AU. Danny finds himself trapped in the same day over and over again.

7. Kill shot, summary: Steve's a mob assassin who just got his latest target - a former New Jersey detective named Daniel Williams. Unsurprisingly, that's when things get complicated.

8. the art of leaving and saying goodbye, Summary: 2007 is the year Danny learns that choice can be the worst kind of heartbreak. AU.

9. Love's a Battlefield (and the Navy Did Not Train Steve for This Shit), Summary: The Kalakaua-Kelly clan are determined to matchmake Steve. Out of desperation, Steve makes up a boyfriend named Danny… It doesn't quite go according to plan.

10. A Beautiful Thing, Summary: Tani catches a private moment between Steve and Danny—and she can't not look.

[allexei]

nicholas galitzine + he/him + cis male – have you seen alexei rakov around los angeles? the twenty five year old is usually jamming to nervous by the neighbourhood. word around the city is that they’re compassionate, yet, they can also be sensitive, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a veterinary science student and a librarian and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with a backpack filled with books. when i think of them, i think of crying over being so stressed about school, dying your hair back and forth as a secret coping mechanism, the playing of multiple instruments but a strong love for the violin and piano. let’s hope the city treats them good!

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: alexei antonis nikos rakov ( first name pronounced ah-lek-say, or click here for pronunciation ) ⟶ nicknames: likes alexei, doesn't like when people try calling him alex, but is too nice to correct anyone who does ⟶ three things he likes: instruments of any kind, summers in greece, books ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who just want sex, slow wifi, the instability he’s felt his whole life ⟶ gender: cis male   ⟶ height: 6 ‘ 0 ⟶ age: 25 ⟶ birthday: february 19, 1998 ⟶ zodiac: pisces sun ( aquarius - pisces cusp, known as the ‘cusp of sensitivity’ ), cancer moon, virgo ascendant   ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed   ⟶ eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green, shifts depending on the lighting ⟶ hair color: naturally blonde, constantly dyes it from blonde to black and back and forth ⟶ piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: russian ( father’s native tongue ), greek ( mother’s native tongue ), spanish and english   ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: demisexual / homoromantic  ⟶ place of birth: manchester, england ⟶ last five songs listened to: time by pink floyd, vitamin c by can, für elise by beethoven, méditation from thaïs by massenet, happiness is a warm gun by the beatles ⟶ five aesthetics: the intense feeling of feeling unworthy of being loved by anyone, shirts stained with black hair dye, a soft british accent, a stack of homework, crying over things you have no control over ⟶ character inspo: prince willhelm from young royals, charlie spring from heartstopper, adam groff from sex education ( season 3 adam )

background story ;

✘ alexei was born on a cold night in manchester to nikola ganos and sergei rakov, two twenty year olds who fell in love through music. his mother was a famous piano player ( think maybe like yiruma or ludovico einaudi ) while his father was getting more of a name for himself as a cello player. both classical musicians who fell in love and had alexei, very unexpectedly 

✘ his parents are both really well off. his mother’s side owns one of the the biggest olives and olive oil brands worldwide, originated in greece, while his father’s side owns plenty of alcohol brands ( mostly vodka ) originated in russia but sold all across the world as well. they were young, but they knew their son would be coming into the world very well off financially, planned to give him the perfect childhood, even got married when he was merely five months old

✘ and for the first six years of alexei’s life, that’s what it was. two parents who were devoted to him and wanted to give him the best life possible in england, even though neither one of them were british. but as he went from six to seven, all that love his parents had for each other seemed to dissolve more and more each day. his beautiful early childhood turned into him listening to his parents fighting constantly, and even though he was so young, he couldn’t help but ask himself – where did my parents’ love for each other go?

✘ and if you guessed it, they ended up getting a divorce when he was barely seven, but the thing is… his parents weren’t like normal parents. it wasn’t the typical case of custody with one parent while the other has visiting rights, or even shared custody of 3 days a week here, and four days a week there, or even complete custody of him to just one parent, no, his parents were determined to fight for him until the bitter end

✘ it turned into a game of who alexei liked more, they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room together, and it was really difficult to tell a little kid ‘who do you love more?’ or ‘who do you want to live with more?’ or ‘you have to pick’ or even just his father trying to put him against his mother while his mother did the same thing to him with his father. sometimes, alexei felt like they didn’t even really love him, but just wanted to prove to the other that he could love one or the other more

✘ eventually, they settled for custody in the worst way possible. alexei would live with his mother for six months, then he would live with his father for six months, and maybe this wouldn’t be so awful if they both decided to stay in england, live maybe a city or two away from each other, but no, definitely not. they immediately left his birth place, his mother going back and forth between greece and spain, while his father traveled from canada to russia repeatedly, and well… this is what alexei’s life became

✘ maybe to some people, it might sound ideal. not staying in one place for too long, constantly moving from one city, knowing you wouldn’t be staying there for longer than six months, perhaps to any traveler, this is the dream life, but that certainly wasn’t the case for alexei

✘ this going back and forth put a serious strain in every aspect of his life. he would enroll in a school, make a friend or two, only to be ripped away from that scene for the following six months, halfway across the world, for the same thing to happen to him, over and over again

✘ and the worst part was that his parents didn’t seem to understand that it didn’t make him happy, all the going back and forth. he was unstable, he didn’t even know how to really talk to people at one point, because he knew deep down, that there was no use in trying to make any friends if it would just be taken away from him sooner or later

✘ basically, a loner. he spent most of his childhood to early teenage years dodging conversations, definitely ate his lunch in the bathroom vibes. the only consistency his parents had was their love for music, which, is the one thing that did make alexei happy. he was a virtuoso. from the piano, to the cello, to the bass, even the drums, saxophone and viola, he loved it all, though his true love was in the guitar, piano, and more especially, the violin. he grew a real love for mussic, had multiple instruments at his mother’s and multiple instruments at his father’s, again, the one consistency in his life

✘ while he wasn’t big on singing, he basically had the voice of an angel. could switch from a soft tone to a rather loud one, a male soprano range… truly a gift, tried to break glass to see if it was true and it in fact, wasn’t a myth ( at least in his case ). pretty much any orchestra teacher’s wet dream, a typical band nerd

✘ he also had a huge fascination for books, his favorite genre being sci fi, horror, or a good coming of age, but honestly, he read it all. nothing could fuel him more than a good book

✘ anyways, when he was sixteen, he convinced his parents to enroll him in a boarding school in northern california, very pca from zoey 101 vibes, and they surprisingly agreed since it was neither with his mother nor his father, but a spot in between. for the last two years of high school, he had some type of stability

✘ though, during his senior year, he became the talk of everyone through the most unfortunate event. simply put, alexei met a guy. at this time, he wasn’t even really sure of his sexuality. he knew he wasn’t straight, but he didn’t think it was just that. he felt like there was more depth to what he liked and didn’t like, but this guy managed to charm him. he was good looking and alexei enjoyed the fact that he smelled good. this was his first relationship ever. prior to this, he shared his first kiss when he was fifteen with a random girl near his mother’s house in athens, and simply put, he didn’t like it

✘ this was different though. he enjoyed kissing him, but he didn’t feel like doing anything else but that, and the more the guy insisted they take it further, the less inclined he felt to give him what he wanted. he liked him, but he didn’t feel a genuine bond with him

✘ alexei, however, is a people pleaser. he didn’t want to have sex with him even though at this point, they had been dating for well over two months. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to, he couldn’t pinpoint why having sex was such a weird and touchy subject for him, but basically, he felt, in a way, guilt tripped by this guy. it was the constant questioning of ‘why don’t you like me?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or even ‘i promise i’ll make it worth your while’ and one day, they both get drunk at a hotel, and even though alexei has been drunk plenty of times before, well, he caves, instantly lives to regret it

✘ the following day, as he’s walking towards his first class, people are whispering about him, not so discreetly pointing, giving him looks, and it takes him a matter of fifteen minutes from getting to his first period before one of his friends sends him a text message with a link attached, much to his horror. the message reads ‘is this you?’ with a link to a video. the video is them having sex the night prior

✘ he had filmed it all and posted without his consent. they were both of age, but it literally made alexei sick to his stomach. for one, he felt really used, as he never gave him permission to record anything, let post what they did, and two, he hated the attention this was getting him. he’s always been one to fly under the radar, and now this was all anyone was talking about, lost count over how many times he’s cried over this

✘ the following months reaching towards graduation are literal hell for him. the video gets to his parents which is quite literally his worst nightmare become a reality. legal action is taken and they thankfully manage to remove the video from the web completely, but the damage has already been done, he’s miserable. worst graduation ever, doesn’t even walk the stage because he’s just so humiliated, and for once in his damn life, he wishes he would have been in that constant moving back and forth life. maybe then, he could’ve ran away from the problem the second it started, sad boy hours, really

✘ after graduation, he gets out of california. for about two years, he just travels. ironic considering it’s something he didn’t like to do when he was younger, but at that point, he just wanted to get away from everything

✘ he’s twenty when he moves back to california. crazy, but even though he has bad memories, it was the one place he felt stable. he permanently moves to los angeles, southern cali, which is far from the school he graduated in, tells himself that here, no one knows what happened. perhaps this is a good thing about being rich, that he never really had to worry about money, it’s just always been there. a paid off apartment, a simple call to his mother or father and bam, money in his account, but truth be told, alexei didn’t want to live off his family’s fortune forever. now that he was stable and had no intentions of moving, he wanted to do something with his life

✘ he’s a really smart guy. shy, quiet, but smart. he changed his major about three times before deciding he wants to be a veterinarian, is studying veterinary science, finished his bachelors and is moving on with his education. he knows he doesn’t have to do anything with himself if he doesn’t want to, he knows he doesn’t need a job as a library assistant, but he wants to make something of himself, without his family’s money. he knows he can do it, it’s just a matter of not giving up

headcanons ;

✘ natural blonde, but constantly dyes his hair black, then switches. dying his hair is almost therapeutic for him, has even gotten buzzcuts during times where he was really depressed, but he prefers longer hair

✘ he has a british accent, literally nicholas galitzine’s voiceclaim. not too strong, but it’s there

✘ speaks russian with his father in absolute shame, my guy is definitely free ukraine all the way, just wants peace and love

✘ because of his past relationship, he has a very difficult time trusting people, loving people, or even allowing people to love him. he’s had sex that one time… that’s about it. the whole idea of love really confuses him. it’s something he wants, but it isn’t something he’s sure he understands, and he hates not understanding things

✘ he has been confused with his sexuality his entire life! he’s always felt like an outcast around other guys his age because they all typically wanted sex, meaningful, meaningless, just a typical guy thing, and that definitely didn’t apply for him. for ages, he thought there was something wrong with him, but it wasn’t until he learned about demisexuality that he finally understood… kind of. he just wants it to be meaningful, wants to have a connection with the person, the idea of meaningless sex and hookups literally makes him super uncomfortable, but it’s what most people seem to want these days. he just wants real love, even though that terrifies him

✘ he doesn't really have a lot of social media, just an instagram that he barely posts on. he's that one user that made a post three years ago and has four posts in total, one of himself, the rest of books, one of food, and some type of landscape... he's this guy, he's a loser honestly, probably has like a hundred followers or something, doesn't care for social media

✘ his favorite things in the world are books, animals, comics, and music. he’s a major nerd, has a passion for literature and music even though this isn’t what he’s pursuing for his career

✘ he doesn’t really tell people his family is wealthy, just doesn’t really think it’s important. in fact, lots of people don’t know much about him. he likes to keep to himself, doesn’t like sharing information, and wants to keep his past in the past

✘ he can drink. call him a typical russian or whatever, but it’s crazy how much he can drink, can practically outdrink anyone, no one believes it but it’s very true, tolerance through the roof, doesn’t even get sick and rarely even gets hungover, but he doesn’t make this an everyday thing

✘ he’s a pescatarian! probably will never become a vegetarian because he loves salmon way too much, loves salmon in every form possible. meat and chicken gross him out and he doesn’t like eggs either, just fish, heavy seafood lover

✘ close friends of his roast him for this, but he’s an olive fanatic as well. greek olives, peruvian olives, spanish olives, any type of olives, he’s obsessed. when he was younger, there was always olives at his house, because of his mother’s company, and he would dead ass eat them out the jar, finish the entire jar in like five minutes, still does that to this day. at his house, you’ll likely find two large jars of olives, minimum, a snack he will never get tired of

✘ his social skills have somewhat gotten better. definitely not the best, but he was horrendous before. thankfully overcame his stutter when he was younger. he’s still really shy, doesn’t like being the center of attention, but he’s getting better… baby steps

✘ what you would call a typical pisces – very sensitive! he doesn’t show this publicly, but if it hurts his feelings, he’ll cry when he gets home. literally the type to cry over sad videos, movies or tv shows, very emotional. pisces sun and cancer moon combo, he’s a literal mess, he feels things a lot, feels things on a whole different level than most people, which makes him a very compassionate and understanding person, definitely a shoulder to cry on, a very loyal friend to have by your side

✘ he forgives a lot. he’ll forgive you time after time after time, but when alexei genuinely gets tired of your shit, you will never hear from him again. he’s very forgiving, but once he says ‘i’m done’ there is no changing his mind. it takes a lot for him to get to this level, but he can only be taken advantage of for so long before he gets sick of it. once you lose him, you lose him for good

✘ he has a bearded dragon named jake long and a beagle named pawl mccartney. he named the bearded dragon after one of his favorite shows as a kid and his pet beagle was named after iconic paul mccartney, of course. jake long is one and pawl is two, alexei adores both of them

✘ loves his parents, but still somewhat holds a grudge over them for his childhood, even though he isn’t one to hold grudges. they definitely messed him up one way or another. even if it wasn’t their intention, being so unstable for so long has kind of permanently scarred him. he has a very hard time getting genuinely close to people, whether it be friendships or romantic relationships, it’s hard for him

✘ super nice guy, but quite literally remembers every bad thing that has happened to him ever. his energy is crying over something that happened when he was a literal child that he had no control of at three in the morning, might as well have the memory of an elephant. he’ll forgive, but he won’t forget, like ‘you remember what you did august 15th, 2016 at 4:57 pm? i do too’ like… isn’t one to hold grudges, but if you thought he forgot, you thought wrong

wanted connections ;

you don’t know that i know: i’d die for this connection, but someone who maybe heard of his sex tape? whether they never tell anyone or act like a little shit about it is utp, but alexei doesn’t know that they know, you know?

you think you can outdrink me?: a muse who thinks they can outdrink him, but they never can, could turn into a whole little competition, could be really funny

classical music lovers: title says it all, two nerds passionate about classical music, bonus if this muse is a fan of his parents or has heard of them

slow love: a poor, unfortunate muse that likes him. they could like how nice and down to earth he is, alexei could even know that they like him, but considering how iffy he is about relationships, well… yeah

all my friends are fake: someone who doesn’t like him because they think his whole nice guy act is fake, or maybe doesn’t like him for whatever other reason

book nerds: a fellow book and comic lover like him, maybe they spend their time in the library being literal nerds

cry baby: another muse who is sensitive like he is, they’re just soft besties and want peace and love, very wholesome friendship

or we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

[alexeiis]

nicholas   galitzine.     he/him.     cis   male.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   alexei   rakov   ,   most   likely   listening   to   owner    of   a   lonely   heart   by   yes   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   six   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   - sensitive   yet   + compassionate   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   the   playing   of   multiple   instruments   but   a   true   passion   for   the   violin   and   guitar  ,  going   back   and   forth   from   blonde   to   black  ,  greek   with   his   mother   and   russian   with   his   father  ,  a   difficult   time   allowing   himself   to   love   and   to   be   loved   which   results   in   songwriting   to   drown   everything   out   ,   followed   by   the   scent   of   peace   for   him   by   bond   no.9   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   alexei   rakov   spotted   visiting   rock   legend   stevie   swan’s   grave  ,  we   thought   they   didn't   get   along?   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

subplot #21 ;

muse 2q and their band – achilles antinous andō, muse 2t, alexei rakov and muse 2v have been making waves in the music industry since moving to new york city three years ago. they’ve got a good thing going with appearances in vanity fair’s time capsule series and a featured spread in rolling stone magazine. but when their manager brings in muse 2r, a singer-songwriter with budding talent, tensions start to rise. muse 2r’s free-spirited and impulsive quickly makes them a fan favorite. muse 2q can’t stand them. the constant clashes have led to writer’s block, plummeting ticket sales and canceled shows –– putting the band’s success at risk. and to make matters worse? drama is brewing with the rest of the band. achilles antinous andō and muse 2t are secretly hooking up, worried about the band’s reaction if they find out. alexei rakov is hiding a secret that could potentially ruin their career if it gets out. and muse 2v? they’re jealous of muse 2q’s success and wants what they have. tensions continue to mount and the band’s future hangs in the balance. can they learn to work together and put their differences aside? or will personal drama and clashing egos seal the band’s fate?

muse 2q  –  open. muse 2r  –  open. muse 2s  –   achilles antinous andō. muse 2t  –  open. muse 2u  –   alexei rakov. muse 2v  –  open.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: alexei antonis nikos rakov ( first name pronounced ah-lek-say, or click here for pronunciation ) ⟶ nicknames: likes alexei, but doesn’t mind being called alex considering over 90% of the people he meets don’t know how to pronounce his name ⟶ three things he likes: instruments of any kind, summers in greece, olives ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who just want sex, slow wifi, the instability he’s felt his whole life ⟶ gender: cis male   ⟶ height: 6 ‘ 0 ⟶ age: 26 ⟶ birthday: february 19, 1997 ⟶ zodiac: pisces sun ( aquarius - pisces cusp, known as the ‘cusp of sensitivity’ ), cancer moon, virgo ascendant   ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed   ⟶ eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green, shifts depending on the lighting ⟶ hair color: naturally blonde, constantly dyes it from blonde to black and back and forth ⟶ piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, little music symbol on his right wrist ⟶ languages spoken: russian ( father’s native tongue ), greek ( mother’s native tongue ), decent spanish and english   ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: demisexual / homoromantic  ⟶ place of birth: manchester, england ⟶ last five songs listened to: time by pink floyd, vitamin c by can, für elise by beethoven, méditation from thaïs by massenet, happiness is a warm gun by the beatles ⟶ five aesthetics: the intense feeling of feeling unworthy of being loved by anyone, shirts stained with black hair dye, a soft british accent, peach flavored tea and fat free biscuits, crying over things you have no control over ⟶ character inspo: prince willhelm from young royals, charlie spring from heartstopper, adam groff from sex education ( season 3 adam )

background story ;

alexei was born on a cold night in manchester to nikola ganos and sergei rakov, two twenty year olds who fell in love through music. his mother was a famous piano player ( think maybe like yiruma or ludovico einaudi ) while his father was getting more of a name for himself as a cello player. both classical musicians who fell in love and had alexei, very unexpectedly 

his parents are both really well off. his mother’s side owns one of the biggest olives and olive oil companies in europe while his father’s side owns plenty of vodka brands originated in russia but sold all across the world. they were young, but they knew their son would be coming into the world very well off financially, planned to give him the perfect childhood, even got married when he was merely five months old

and for the first six years of alexei’s life, that’s what it was. two parents who were devoted to him and wanted to give him the best life possible in england, even though neither one of them were british. but as he went from six to seven, all that love his parents had for each other seemed to dissolve more and more each day. his beautiful early childhood turned into him listening to his parents fighting constantly, and even though he was so young, he couldn’t help but ask himself – where did my parents’ love for each other go?

and if you guessed it, they ended up getting a divorce when he was barely seven, but the thing is… his parents weren’t like normal parents. it wasn’t the typical case of custody with one parent while the other has visiting rights, or even shared custody of 3 days a week here, and four days a week there, or even complete custody of him to just one parent, no, his parents were determined to fight for hm until the bitter end

it turned into a game of who alexei liked more, they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room together, and it was really difficult to tell a little kid ‘who do you love more?’ or ‘who do you want to live with more?’ or ‘you have to pick’ or even just his father trying to put him against his mother while his mother did the same thing to him with his father. sometimes, alexei felt like they didn’t even really love him, but just wanted to prove to the other that he could love one or the other more

eventually, they settled for custody in the worst way possible. alexei would live with his mother for six months, then he would live with his father for six months, and maybe this wouldn’t be so awful if they both decided to stay in england, live maybe a city or two away from each other, but no, definitely not. they immediately left his birth place, his mother going back and forth between greece and spain, while his father traveled from canada to russia repeatedly, and well… this is what alexei’s life became

maybe to some people, it might sound ideal. not staying in one place for too long, constantly moving from one city, knowing you wouldn’t be staying there for longer than six months, perhaps to any traveler, this is the dream life, but that certainly wasn’t the case for alexei

this going back and forth put a serious strain in every aspect of his life. he would enroll in a school, make a friend or two, only to be ripped away from that scene for the following six months to go to another school, halfway across the world, for the same thing to happen to him, over and over again

and the worst part was that his parents didn’t seem to understand that it didn’t make him happy, all the going back and forth. he was unstable, he didn’t even know how to really talk to people at one point, because he knew deep down, that there was no use in trying to make any friends if it would just be taken away from him sooner or later

basically, a loner. he spent most of his childhood to early teenage years dodging conversations, definitely ate his lunch in the bathroom vibes. the only consistency his parents had was their love for music, which, is the one thing that did make alexei happy. he was a virtuoso. from the piano, to the cello, to the bass, even the drums, saxophone and viola, he loved it all, though his true love was in the guitar, and more especially, the violin. he grew a real love for this, had multiple instruments at his mother’s and multiple instruments at his father’s, again, the one consistency in his life

while he wasn’t big on singing, he basically had the voice of an angel. could switch from a soft tone to a rather loud one, a male soprano range… truly a gift, tried to break glass to see if it was true and it in fact, wasn’t a myth ( at least in his case ). pretty much any orchestra teacher’s wet dream, a typical band nerd

anyways, when he was sixteen, he convinced his parents to enroll him in a boarding school in los angeles, very pca from zoey 101 vibes, and they surprisingly agreed since it was neither with his mother nor his father, but a spot in between. for the last two years of high school, he had some type of stability

though, during his senior year, he became the talk of everyone through the most unfortunate event. simply put, alexei met a guy. at this time, he wasn’t even really sure of his sexuality. he figured he wasn’t straight, but he didn’t think it was just that. he felt like there was more depth to what he liked and didn’t like, but this guy was charming. gave him attention, treated him kindly, and he was incredibly good looking. this was his first relationship ever. prior to this, he shared his first kiss when he was fifteen with a random girl near his mother’s house in athens, and simply put, he didn’t like it

this was different though. he enjoyed kissing him, but he didn’t feel like doing anything else but that, and the more the guy insisted they take it further, the less inclined he felt to give him what he wanted

alexei, however, is a people pleaser. he didn’t want to have sex with him even though at this point, they had been dating for well over two months. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to, he couldn’t pinpoint why having sex was such a weird and touchy subject for him, but basically, he felt, in a way, guilt tripped by this guy. it was the constant questioning of ‘why don’t you like me?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or even ‘i promise i’ll make it worth your while’ and one day, they both get drunk and even though alexei has been drunk plenty of times before, well, he caves, instantly lives to regret it

the following day, as he’s walking towards his first class, people are whispering about him, not so discreetly pointing, giving him looks, and it takes him a matter of fifteen minutes from getting to his first period before one of his friends sends him a text message with a link attached, much to his horror. the message reads ‘is this you?’ with a link to a video. the video is them having sex the night prior

he had filmed it all and posted without his consent. they were both of age, but it literally made alexei sick to his stomach. for one, he felt really used, and two, he hated the attention this was getting him. he’s always been one to fly under the radar, and now this was all anyone was talking about, lost count over how many times he’s cried over this

the following months reaching towards graduation are literal hell for him. the video gets to his parents which is quite literally his worst nightmare become a reality. legal action is taken and they thankfully manage to remove the video from the web completely, but the damage has already been done, he’s miserable. worst graduation ever, doesn’t even walk the stage because he’s just so humiliated, and for once in his damn life, he wishes he would have been in that constant moving back and forth life. maybe then, he could’ve ran away from the problem the second it started, sad boy hours, really

after graduation, he immediately moves out of california. for about two years, he just travels. ironic considering it’s something he didn’t like to do when he was younger, but at that point, he just wanted to get away from everything

anyways, he’s twenty three when he finally moves to new york, settling there for good. models on and off, plays the violin at the subway for fun, lives off his mother and father’s money until eventually, he starts making it on his own, with his talent and with the band he’s a part of ( aka the subplot ), things are looking okay, but then you know, they’re not

moral of the story is once again, he meets a guy ( notice how nothing good comes from him meeting a guy ever ), when he’s twenty four and the guy is thirty one. this guy is none other than stevie swan, who would basically come to be the equivalent of a young anthony kiedis, pretty much a rock legend, everything he touches musically turns into gold, you get the gist. his band happens to be huge competition for alexei’s band, they’re pretty much meant to not like each other but things take a swift turn

only this time around, despite being a rockstar, well, this guy isn’t a total jerk. everything is kept a huge secret, but stevie never once pressured him into anything. everything went at a pace alexei was comfortable with, he basically ends up falling in love with him, really got to know him, literally became the only person he’s felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with in every aspect of the word. everything would be great, but like most rockstars, alexei came to know that stevie had a drug problem

the only thing alexei has ever done in his damn life was drink and smoke on occasion. however, as nice as stevie is, he easily influences alexei. at one point, they’re both doing drugs together, every minute of the day

it seems like they have everything under control, until one horrible morning of partying too hard later and when alexei wakes up beside him, stevie is gone. died in his sleep from an overdose, and alexei was so out of it himself, he didn’t even realize, not until it was too late

this is where the secret from his subplot comes in. he got so nervous from seeing the scene before him, not only did he have a major panic attack, but he left without saying anything. not a phone call, nothing, just panicked big time and left in a fountain of tears, wasn’t spotted by anyone. this happened when he was twenty five, about a year into their secret romance

the headlines were big, all over the place, rock legend stevie swan dies of an overdose, all of which he was around for, but didn’t do anything about it. this is his secret, that he woke up to this scene and just left. he’s kept this a secret for a while now, as he knows it could potentially ruin his bands career and that’s the last thing he wants, but truthfully, he doesn’t know how to say it. that moment was so traumatizing, it’s difficult for him to even think about it without getting teary eyed, let alone talk about what happened. now the question is, will this come back to bite him in the ass, or can it somehow stay concealed for the rest of time?

headcanons ;

natural blonde, but constantly dyes his hair black, then switches. dying his hair is almost therapeutic for him, has even gotten buzzcuts during times where he was really depressed, but he prefers longer hair

regarding the gossip in his app, it’s totally true. he went to go visit stevie’s grave and didn’t know he was photographed, played it off as him paying his respect but little do people know, that was basically the love of his life

the guitarist of the band from the subplot, back up vocals here and there, first time he feels like he actually belongs somewhere, even though he’s hiding a big secret from all his bandmates

he has a british accent, literally nicholas galitzine’s voiceclaim. not too strong, but it’s there

speaks russian with his father in absolute shame, my guy is definitely free ukraine all the way, just wants peace and love

because of his past relationships, he has a very difficult time trusting people, loving people, or even allowing people to love him. the whole idea with love really confuses him. it’s something he wants, but it isn’t something he’s sure he understands, and he hates not understanding things

has been confused with his sexuality his entire life! he’s always felt like an outcast around other guys his age because they all typically wanted sex, meaningful, meaningless, just a typical guy thing, and that definitely didn’t apply for him. for ages, he thought there was something wrong with him, but it wasn’t until he learned about demisexuality that he finally understood… kind of. he just wants it to be meaningful, wants to have a connection with the person, the idea of meaningless sex and hookups literally makes him super uncomfortable, but it’s what most people seem to want these days

his drug phase with stevie was short lived. after the incident, he stopped completely. literally even smoking weed gives him anxiety, but he can drink. call him a typical russian or whatever, but it’s crazy how much he can drink, can practically outdrink anyone, no one believes it but it’s very true, tolerance through the roof, doesn’t even get sick and rarely ever even gets hungover, but he doesn’t make this an everyday thing

his dirty habit, one that he’s definitely ashamed of, is every now and then, he’ll smoke a cigarette. definitely not those pack a day smokers and really not even a regular smoker? he kind of just does this when he’s really stressed, depressed or angry. think like amy santiago from brooklyn 99, not a heavy habit but when he’s going through some bullshit, he’ll have one, definitely trying to outgrow that habit though

he’s a pescatarian! probably will never become a vegetarian because he loves salmon way too much, loves salmon in every form possible. meat and chicken gross him out and he doesn’t like eggs either, just fish, heavy seafood lover

close friends of his roast him for this, but he’s an olive fanatic as well. greek olives, peruvian olives, spanish olives, any type of olives, he’s obsessed. when he was younger, there was always olives at his house, because of his mother’s company, and he would dead ass eat them out the jar, finish the entire jar in like five minutes, still does that to this day. at his house, you’ll likely find two large jars of olives, minimum, a snack he will never get tired of

he likes to write music too, aside from playing instruments. has written a few things for his band, and definitely has unpublished songs he’s written that he’s never shared with anyone

what you would call a typical pisces – very sensitive! he doesn’t show this publicly, but if it hurts his feelings, he’ll cry when he gets home. literally the type to cry over sad videos, movies or tv shows, very emotional. pisces sun and cancer moon combo, he’s a literal mess, he feels things a lot, feels things on a whole different level than most people which makes him a very compassionate and understanding person, definitely a shoulder to cry on, a very loyal friend to have by your side

he forgives a lot. he’ll forgive you time after time after time, but when alexei genuinely gets tired of your shit, you will never hear from him again. he’s very forgiving, but once he says ‘i’m done’ there is no changing his mind. it takes a lot for him to get to this level, but he can only be taken advantage of for so long before he gets sick of it. once you lose him, you lose him for good

he has a bearded dragon named jake long and a beagle named pawl mccartney. he named the bearded after one of his favorite shows as a kid and his pet beagle was named after iconic paul mccartney, of course. jake long is one and pawl is two, alexei adores both of them, pretty much his emotional support animals

loves his parents, but still somewhat holds a grudge over them for his childhood, even though he isn’t one to hold grudges. they definitely messed him up one way or another. even if it wasn’t their intention, being so unstable for so long has kind of permanently scarred him. he has a very hard time getting genuinely close to people, whether it be friendships or romantic relationships, it’s hard for him

super nice guy, but quite literally remembers every bad thing that has happened to him ever. his energy is crying over something that happened when he was a literal child that he had no control of at three in the morning, might as well have the memory of an elephant. he’ll forgive, but he won’t forget, like ‘you remember what you did august 15th, 2016 at 4:57 pm? i do too’ like… isn’t one to hold grudges, but if you thought he forgot, you thought wrong

wanted connections ;

you don’t know that i know: i’d die for this connection, but someone who saw or heard of his sex tape, whether they never tell anyone or act like a little shit about it is utp, but alexei doesn’t know that they know, you know?

you think you can outdrink me?: a muse who thinks they can outdrink him, but they never can, could turn into a whole little competition, could be really funny

classical music lovers: title says it all, two nerds passionate about classical music, bonus if this muse is a fan of his parents or has heard of them

slow love: a poor, unfortunate muse that likes him. they could like how nice and down to earth he is, alexei could even know that they like him, but considering how iffy he is about relationships, well… yeah

all my friends are fake: someone who doesn’t like him because they think his whole nice guy act is fake, or maybe doesn’t like him for whatever other reason

cry baby: another muse who is sensitive like he is, they’re just soft besties and want peace and love, very wholesome friendship

or we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

[gang-nim]

BASICS

FULL NAME: KIM GANG-NIM [ 김강림 ]

» MEANING: Kim [is written as 김 (gim) in both North and South Korea. The hanja for Kim, 金, can also be transliterated as 금 (geum) which means "gold, metal, iron".]; Gang-nim [강림 (hanja 降臨). descent of a god from heaven to earth.]

NICKNAME: He was called the terror in his days as a human and for good reasons. His mother, when she was alive, fondly called him Nim-nim when he was very little. That didn’t stick because his father never allowed it. He’s just known for his first name to this day.

AGE: 33-years old in appearance, 425-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 1597 November 21, Friday. He was born during the time of conflicts within the dynasty - power struggle and also Japan invasion later on.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Hanyang.

OCCUPATION: Essentially, he’s a bodyguard, but the body he’s guarding has no idea....

RELIGION: N/A

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.........

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

VERSES: The Meaning of Forever; Night Shift

SPECIES: Human but with supernatural powers.

POWERS: As part of his curse, demon seals appeared on his forearms [ think of Constantine in the film but very different in design, tba] that allows him to access some divine power to exorcise demons/dark spirits, in protection of Namu, mostly. The energy absorb by the seals in his arm is then consumed by his body in the most torturous ways, again, as part of his curse. He did develop superhuman ability in terms of strength and immortality. He does get physically injured when in a fight or in an accident but he heals over-time and faster than a mortal.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Loyal, Powerful, Brave, Resourceful, Passionate.

WEAKNESSES: Violent, Distrusting, Obsessive, Manipulative, Jealous.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Lee Soo-hyuk.

HEIGHT: 6′0″ [183 cm.]

WEIGHT: 149 lbs. [68 kg.]

BUILD: Athletic; Gang-nim was very much into sports. He rode horses, hunted, and shot bows and arrows. He’s also a martial artist. 

GAIT: Confident.

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

BIRTHMARK: Some.

OVERVIEW:

» SCARS: Various from accidents and battle. He has a distinctive scar on his left upper arm from an accident back when he was 19 during a hunting game. An arrow grazed him and cut through his attire. It was reported that it wasn’t an accident but actually an attempt on his life since his father who was part of the state council fighting for power within the palace. 

» TATTOOS: Demon seals as part of his curse.

BACKGROUND [ TRIGGER WARNING; SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE; SUICIDE ]

HOMETOWN: Hanyang then now Seoul in South Korea.

RESIDENCES: He has a permanent residence in Seoul and various homes in all parts of the world as he travels to find Namu...

NATIONALITY: South Korean.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Gang-nim was born into a prestigious Kim clan from the Joseon Dynasty and always had wealth. His family owns lands and later on businesses which to a degree, he still access to. He always had a fund put away by his father since he was little that grew in time as he learned to navigate the changing world around him. He put his money into stocks and other businesses his clan owns.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Coming from a rich family, Gang-nim was well-educated during his time. Throughout the many years, he’d taken interest in various subjects and took classes but mostly studied on his own.

DEGREES: In today’s equivalent, he would had a degree in law and he was also interested in the sciences.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Gang-nim speaks with an accent. Through the years he learned various languages including Nihonggo, Mandarin, some Cantonese, various dialects, English, French, German. His mother tongue is Hangul. He was educated to read and write in Hanja which was favored by the scholarly elite during the early days. Later on, he adapted Hangul as well.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Song Ji-yeong [ mother, d.]; Kim Dong-geun [ father, d.]

SIBLINGS: None legally, but it was reported that Kim Dong-geun had several illegitimate children.

CHILDREN: Gang-nim did father a couple of offspring but the account was that they were also punished because of Gang-nim’s sins. They unfortunately did not survive birth.

PETS: None.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: Gang-nim entered an arrange marriage with a young woman named Na-mu, age 16 when he turned 20 at his father’s command. The marriage was unhappy and abusive on Gang-nim’s part. He had many affairs and mistresses that caused Na-mu great pain and embarrassment. Unbeknownst to Gang-nim, his young wife truly cared for him. The affection and attention was not reciprocated and Gang-nim continued to do as he pleased. After her second miscarrige, Na-mu went back to her family against everyone’s advice but Gang-nim did not care. Eventually, Na-mu passed and many claimed that she took her own life but the truth was that she passed due to a broken heart and health complications... Na-mu’s family was a clan of shamans who put a curse onto Gang-nim after their daughter’s death. Gang-nim is to roam the earth to search for Na-mu each time her soul returns to take over a new body and life. Gang-nim was to protect Na-mu from all the evils and darkness of the world but he could never have her or any other person for that matter. Gang-nim is to live an immortal life of sadness and pain.

» TBA.

FAMILY HISTORY: Gang-nim was born into a noble clan of Kims in Hanyang. He didn’t grow up with a mother although he’d said plenty of times that he remembers her though she passed when he was two years old. A lot of accounts claimed that Gang-nim’s mother was abused by his father and that she died of a broken mind and heart leaving her only child behind. Gang-nim never had a good relationship with his father whom treated Gang-nim as extension of his property than his own flesh and blood. Gang-nim’s father also had many affairs and did not care if his son witnessed any of them. 

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Gang-nim married a young woman from another noble family named Na-mu but the relationship was never happy. It resulted in two pregnancies that never survive. His abusive behavior resulted to Na-mu’s demise and her family took revenge and cursed Gang-him. Na-mu returned a few times in various status in life in various parts of the world through the years. Na-mu recently returned as a young Japanese man living in the United States...

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Gang-nim often met Abe during his travels...

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: None.

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): He will not admit to anything although he feared life every passing day and living it while everyone leaves him behind.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISORDER: He - can be nuts. But undiagnosed, my man has depression and anxiety and alcoholism. 

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): If he had any coz he was a man whore, they’ve been erased by the curse... I guess?

PREDISPOSITION(S): N/A

[itshclly]

✦ DANIELLE CAMPBELL, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ HOLLY SAWYER the TWENTY FIVE year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a FORMER STUDENT to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the NURSE who lives in HIDE SQUARE are said to be CARING and STUBBORN but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

hey there !!   it’s alex here with this mess of an intro but i’ll try to put out as much info as i can so that we can hopefully get straight into plotting & starting threads !!   that being said , i am sooo down to plot about anything sooo if you’re wondering if i’d be down for something ??   the answer is 99.9% yes .   if it doesn’t work out i’ll always try to offer something else SO PLS come message me or lmk if you’re interested in plotting by leaving a like and i’ll come to you .   i’m also always available on d.scord !!

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME : holly sawyer AGE :  twenty-five PRONOUNS :  she/her SEXUALITY : heterosexual PROFESSION : nurse HAIR COLOR : brunette EYE COLOR :  blue TATTOOS  /  SCARS : none BODY :  petite  ,  lean    SIGN :  libra PET : none

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holly sawyer was pretty much born and raised in hidehill .   her family had been here from pretty much since the town was established and ever since relied heavily on farming .   living in hagfield on a big farmhouse, carrie and colt sawyer had two other children before holly was born and two more siblings would follow after her .

growing up as the very middle child of a big family among large fields to wander off to , animals to tend to and getting to experience the farm life her whole childhood , holly had decided early on in her life that this was not something she wanted to do in the future .   while her older siblings had been set to run the farm with their parents and take over once they would retire , holly was sure to seek something else . 

as she grew older , she grew to become a social , fun-loving person who liked to stick to her friends and always be down to some harmless adventure .  in high school , she met her ex ( connor ) who she had dated for six months before they got together for the first time and two weeks after that , she was dumped with not much of an explanation which broke her heart .

after that break-up she grew a little closed-off for a good while .   she found it hard to trust people , especially men and didn’t date at all for a few years after that and the few times she did , things didn’t quite work out and she’d been single for a good while now .

after graduation , she trained to become a nurse as she knew she wanted to help people for a living .   it’s tiresome and especially with what happened to her former teacher as well as the recent events ,  it’s safe to say that she’d been on edge about her night shifts as she has left the family farmhouse as soon as she got a job at the hospital and has since been living alone at hide square . 

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  

positive  traits : loyal , caring , friendly , smart , resourceful

negative  traits :  impatient , indecisive , stubborn , curious

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒  /  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

best friend : a ride or die , someone she trusts with her life .  could either be that they have known each other for pretty much all their lives ( she was born and raised here ) or  they have met later on but built such a connection that holly wouldn’t think twice before putting herself on the line for the other .  ( 0 / 1-2 )

good friends :  maybe they’re all different kinds of people , maybe they stick together as  a clique of similar people but one thing’s for sure ,  holly loves them all and considers them her people .  they do almost everything together and always have each other’s backs .  ( 0  /  4 )

enemy-ish? : this one’s a little stubborn , a little bit of impulsive sometimes and having lived here all her life she is bound to have some negative connections.  doesn’t even have to be something dramatic , some people simply wouldn’t like each other and that’s okay!   could also be a frenemy situation or something that would later bloom into a friendship even !  after all we all love some enemies to friends story , right ?  ( 0 / 1 )

exes - ish ? : so like i just said in her bio , she had a few people to date before so your character could be one of those .   was it something kind of serious before they broke things off ?   did they just go on a few dates and that was all for some reason ?  anything goes !

other than that honestly she pretty much needs anything ?  lmk if you have any ideas or we can just brainstorm together !!

[starlightoffandoms]

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i would love to see demon dean and collecting honey cas bc while completely unhinged demon dean would have been so careful & loving to him

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me watching the Batman: *turn away for a second to check on the cat that's being real sneaky like*

Police Captain: *starts talking*

Me: *swings around almost hard enough to give myself whiplash* IS THAT IZZY HANDS?!!!!

Police Captain: *is Con O'Neill*

Me: it IS Izzy Hands!!!

Cat: *runs and hides from insane parent screaming about Izzy Hands*

12 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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Looking for more Witcher blogs for me and my bestie @coffeebox62 to follow. I know I follow several of y'all and want to rec you to bestie but my brain doesn't retain blog names to share and I'm awful at tagging tbh. So if you post/reblog Witcher content please interact with this post. Thanks a bunch!

16 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#3

I didn't have time to post Friday for the week's fics. Life happened but here we are! Hope you enjoy!

Day 15 – Smoke – Rated T – Sam and Dean retire from hunting and live their best versions of lives that work for them. Destiel and Salieen, Canon Divergence 

Day 16 – Red – Rated E – Serial killer boyfriends. Destiel AU

Day 17 – Muse – Rated T – Cas has performed as Jimmy Novak for years. The last few years have been rough and he hasn't been able to write any new music. To loosen up some, his friends take him out for a fun night. From that night forward he started to write as he'd never done before. Destiel AU

Day 18 – Tattoos – Rated T – Werewolf Dean hadn’t told Cas that he was a shapeshifter. Dean is forced to shift and Cas finds him. Destiel AU

Day 19 – Ladies – Rated G – Ladies night with a little extra. No ship, SPN ladies AU

Day 20 – Spa Day – Rated T – Eileen and Rowena set up a spa day for Cas with ulterior motives. Destiel Canon Divergence 

Day 21 – Haunted – Rated M – Dean remembered lost. Then the one day he had finally decided he'd had enough, the man he loved was back. Destiel Canon Divergence

Day 22 – Rain, Rain – Rated G - Kid Jack shows up on their doorstep. Destiel Canon Divergence

Day 23 – Sleepless Nights – Rated T – Dean and Cas welcome new additions to their family. Destiel Canon Divergence (I had accidentally tagged this as mcd, so if you skipped this I PROMISE it isn't mcd. that was my bad when I posted from my phone.)

Day 24- Fish – Rated T – Sam and Jack are up to no good but it has a happy ending. Destiel AU

Here is the series to stay up to date.

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18 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

#2

Week two coming at you!

Day 8 – Sober – Rated M - Cas was gone and Dean found himself at the bottom of too many bottles. He knew that he couldn't get the love of his life back if he didn't have a clear head. He'd do whatever it took to get him back. Destiel Canon Divergence

Day 9 – Vintage – Rated G – Cas explodes an ATM b/c it didn’t work properly. Destiel Canon Divergence 

Day 10 – Enchanted – Rated M – Dean buys an antique mirror at a flea market and gets more than he bargained for. Destiel AU

Day 11 – Drag – Rated M – Dean gets caught during a body dump. He is not a very good liar but Cas doesn't care. Two serial killers in the same area and Cas is just trying to protect his territory. Destiel AU Murder Boyfriends

Day 12 – Crossover – Rated T – Cas comes home one day and things are moved around. He checks his wards. They're all still in place. Over the next few days, things are moved, the TV randomly turns on, music plays out of nowhere, and the pie keeps getting removed from the fridge to the counter. Cas reinforces his warding. Then one day there is a man he doesn't know standing in the middle of his living room and he isn't quite corporal. Destiel AU

Day 13 – Morning After – Rated T – Sam wakes up not sure what the previous night after a huge hunt had held. Saileen Canon Divergence 

Day 14 – All for You – Rated M – Dean sees a flyer for an art project that paid $200 a day. Some doctorate student was in need of help with a project. He hoped that whoever Castiel was actually planned to pay. Destiel AU

Here is the series to stay up to date.

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19 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey y'all! Back at it again this year. Here's the first week of fics!

Day 1 Maze/Maize – Rated T – Dean cooks Cas’ favorite foods. Destiel AU

Day 2 Pillow Talk – Not Rated – Aftercare. Destiel AU

Day 3 Digital – E – Dean is in heat and Cas is in another country. Destiel AU

Day 4 Wicked – T – Cas practices darker magic and the gov't doesn't like it. They do more than necessary inspections on his facility. Dean is being punished and gets assigned to difficult cases. Destiel AU

Day 5 A Perfect Disaster – M – Stubborn Dean didn't evacuate when he was told to. Luckily Cas has a safe house nearby. Destiel AU

Day 6 Parody – T – Dean had moved away as soon as he could from his abusive father. It doesn't mean he doesn't still end up dealing with bigoted assholes. Destiel AU

Day 7 Fine Wine – M – Dean and Cas had gone to high school together and occasionally ran in the same circles. It'd been over 20 years since they'd seen each other. They reconnect at a work event. Destiel AU

For some reason it's been all Destiel so far🤷🏾‍♀️. Was not the initial plan. We'll see how the rest of the month goes. Here is the series to stay up to date.

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28 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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[sexysamson69]

(  PABLO SCHREIBER, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM  )  —  Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that RICHARD ‘SAMSON’ CLEMENS is a  42 year old SEX WORKER/PORNSTAR that’s been in Chicago for 22 YEARS. According to the file, they’re a MUTANT on LEVEL 3 with the power of FERAL FORM (DIRE FOX). That must be why they’re LOYAL and TEMPERAMENTAL. If you ask me, they remind me of PISS YELLOW EYES, BLOOD POOLING IN THE SHOWER, FRESH MEAT. They are affiliated with KAPPA RUNAWAYS.

UNDER THE CUT:  basics / feral form info / currently / timeline

BASICS

FULL NAME: Richard ‘Samson’ Clemens D.O.B: 30 November 1980 [ 42 ] HEIGHT (HUMAN): 6′4″ HEIGHT (DIRE FOX): 3″0

FERAL FORM

In his feral form he becomes a ‘dire fox’ ( fun fact: dire wolves are thought to be linked much more closely to foxes than wolves). I picture him has a fluffier tale than pictured here (because cute!). Samson has two tattoos which, if you were to shave him in wolf form you would see. He also has a slight ‘mane’ similar to his mohawk.

CURRENTLY:

He escaped with the first set of the Kappa Runaways . At first he stayed in the abandoned warehouse with the others, until he was convinced to go find his sister, Hale, and let her know what happened to him. After a little convincing, he moved in with Hale who had, thankfully, been doing well for herself. He stayed for a few months until she began dating Tiff. They’re nice but Samson doesn’t trust humans on principle at this point. Back to work, working a little too hard to give a helping hand to the other Kappa Runaways.

TIMELINE ( DATES SHOULD BE CORRECT)

TW: DUB CON. SEXUAL ASSAULT. MUTANT DISCRIMINATION. PRISON.

1980 [Born] To Sylvie Clemens, a teenage mother. Father an unknown one night stand.

1990 [10] Unable to cope with her feral, shape-shifting mutant son, Sylvie gives up Richard.

1990-97 [10-17] Repeatedly rejected from families, an unpopular child at school, he begins to run away. He’s often found and brought back, but manages to hide away using his shift ability to scrounge for food and survive like a wild animal.

1997 [17] Arrested. After being too starved to maintain his dire fox form, he breaks into a house to spend the night somewhere warm. Misjudging the timing, the family returned home and reacted poorly to a mutant sleeping rough in their home. Things escalated and he was hit with a B&E charge. Spends a few months in juvenile before put into an adult prison a few months before his eighteenth birthday.

1998 [18] Guards take an interest in Samon. He starts sex work to survive prison. ( which means get extra food & privileges such as his own cell).

2004 [22] Finishes his sentence, leaves prison. Begins working on street corners to get by as he looks for stable work. The stable work never arrives, his rap sheet and obviously mutant appearance means he barely gets his foot in the door.

2006 [24] Starts working at a sex club after a client mentions it. It’s safer, even if he takes a bit of a pay cut. Picks the moniker ‘Samson’.

2007 [25] Begins working in adult film, trying to move away from working in a club and only for films. Doesn’t work out, it’s expensive feeding himself.

2012 [32] Cherry, 18, starts working at the Rosebud. Hale becomes the little sister he never had. Things are good. For a while.

2016 [36] Kidnapped by a client where he is taken to Kappa.

2021 [41] Escaped Kappa.

2022 [42] Present Day.

@forwardintros​

[agkrakow]

ANACRUSIS

Jacks ears never recovered from the noise of Chinese cities, Tokyo and from all the airplanes. Everybody talking at the same time [1], always, everywhere. More noise than sound, an unconscious subdued babble of conversation [2],  that is alien to the resonating diversity of spoken words. [3]

It is a mad dance of distortions which follow no clear univocal logic, but form a patchwork of improvised connections. [4] Is this how the fluidities of trade are coming to dominate the planet? [5]  

Incredible though, how, if noise is present, and chance becomes objective [6] everything is possible. 

And every time Jack closes his eyes there is a faint sound, of which the tune is slightly shifted, so that it gets amplified and modified by the bones of Jacks skull [7]. So that it resonates within. 

For years he was convinced that it was a tinnitus, the perpetual ringing of the ears that you can never switch off [8], and that he´d rather be deaf. Until one day, more by chance than by accident, he attends an appointment in a private clinic in the polish high Tatras. The day after his arrival, a foggy morning, Jack steps out on the terrace, breathes in, closes his eyes to the contrastless gloom of the noisy world and makes Vision and sound, heteronym and homonym, split off, run away from each other. [9] And for a moment he forgets where he is. He suddenly hears the sound, stonger than ever, still disturbing, but this time more like a rhythm in perfect synch with his philanthropic heartbeat. 

Jack, kicking up his legs in an ecstasy. 'Lord, that's the very thing!´ [10]

A tune, which for him had existed nowhere in the world until this morning. Jack is obsessed. His legs, infact, his entire body, swinging in resonance, he descends the mountains. It´s the dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, thatwas always danced here at the edge of things [11] and he was absorbed by the rhythmic reverberation. He was so full of animal spirits that the people thought him mad. [12] 

For Jack to recognise the mad was to recognise himself. 

“This is what it must be like to approach an essential singularity.”, Jack sighed, in exhaustion. It was like getting to know himself again. He had located the beautifully haunting tone, as if he´d identified the oscillations, spirals, or fractal-like pattern at x=0 of exp(1/x). 

And then, without warning, without being able to explain how, without even taking notice of passing the endlessness of suburbia with phony respectability and genuine boredom effectively isolated from the world by traffic jams [13], Jack entered. 

There was a tremendous silence. [14] For a moment, he was scared he died before delivery. [Augustine, The City of God], then the morning of his prosperity was suddenly changed into the evening of bitterness and disappointment. [15] as he realized that what he saw looked nothing like a siren. [16] All there was were empty eyes and empty buildings, and silent people, trying to forget, communism, capitalism and all the rest.

Jack ragefully ripped off his silken pajama shirt. All eyes, and some cameras, of Krakow gathered on his naked upper torso revealing his intimidating “Thug Life” tattoos [17] and the city revived in noises, din, clamor, fury, tumult, and noncomprehension. [18]

Jack, looking at the floor, expecting to have ruined his reputation twice and twice by excess, notices a white piece of paper on the cobblestone. A wrinkled check of 2bn that had liberated from his waistband. A divine angel to remind him not to have fear of things that are but of little hindrance. [19]

Jack realized three things at once: The reason why he came, and how with 2 bn, he could render noise in song. [20]

Reenergized and surprisingly lucid, he declared what was unconscious commonsene: “Voices make sounds and noices. These are the three factors proper to the plane of consistency;[…] Now there is no hint in all of this of a chaotic white night or an undifferentiated black night. All we have to do is talk and our talking simultaneously and in succession, sometimes in total darkness, ends up as a well ordered affair rather than a chaotic assembly of uncorrelated contributions. [21] Like jazz, it involves improvisation, and as in jazz, this does not mean that the result is accidental or that there are no rules. [22] Engage with me in this ritual of constant forgetting, and never make it end. Talk, and listen.”

Jack knows exactly what to spend his yearly 2bn on, the beating rhythm of his philanthropic heart has spoken to him.

[1] Waits, Talking At The Same Time

[2] Carter, Shaking A Leg

[3] McLuhan, The Gutenberg Galaxy The Making of Typographic Man

[4] Zizek, Less Than Nothing

[5] Leslie, Liquid Crystals

[6] Roman, Play Among Books

[7] Connor, Dumbstruck A Cultural History of Ventriloquism

[8] Eshun, More Brilliant Than the Sun Adventures in Sonic Fiction

[9] Eshun, More Brilliant than the Sun: Adventures in Sonic Fiction

[10] Dickens, Oliver Twist

[11] Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places 

[12] Watson, Heaven´s Breath

[13] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968

[14] Seneca, Complete Works

[15] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights Supplementary Nights

[16] Carter, Nights at the Circus

[17] Anderson, Afrofuturism 2.0

[18] Serres, The Parasite

[19] Hobbes, Leviathan

[20] Derrida, Of Grammatology

[21] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[22] Rybczynski, City Life

[potates-tga]

I wish more people did these. It's fun to learn odd things:

▪️First job - Zaxby's

▪️Current job - Streamer

▪️Dream job - Animation Film Director

▪Astrological sign - Libra

▪️Favorite food- Kiwi

▪️Favorite shoe - Slingbacks

▪️Favorite snack - Gummy Bears

▪️Favorite Ice Cream- Moose Tracks

▪️Your Current Car - Acadia

▪️Favorite Holiday - Thanksgiving

▪️Early Bird or Night Owl: Hoot Hoot modos

▪️Favorite day of the week - Tuesday

▪️Tattoos - 0

▪️Like to cook - Yes

▪️Can you drive a stick shift - I forgot how

▪️Favorite colors: Red, Indigo, purple and black

▪️Do you like vegetables - yes

▪️Do you wear glasses - yes

▪️Favorite season - Winter

Your turn!

[roboraptor]

yayay thank you

nickname: my friends call me samothy sometimes

sign: aquarius

height: short enough

last google search: among us how to tasks (..it was my first time playing)

song stuck in my head: the summoning by sleep token, was released yesterday and it HITS

followers: 73 lol my homies my bros

amount of sleep: last night? 4. on average? either 0, 6, or 20, there isn't much in between. i'm also nocturnal not by choice, i used to work a night shift and have forever been cursed.

lucky number: 7, everything is 7

dream job: i would like to work on video games, just not sure what exactly but like also a tattoo artist and musician, not sure how achievable all that is at the same time lmao

what i'm wearing: pj pants and hoodie

movie/books that summarize me: as soon as this is asked every movie and book disappears from existence. oh wait of course, the hot wheel acceleracers series

favourite song: to stay on brand, to the hellfire by lorna shore

favourite instrument: obviously the hurdy gurdy have yall heard those things it's chef's kiss

aesthetic: on a good day, gay vampire metalhead? at least that's the goal.

favourite book: probably red, white & royal blue by casey mcquiston but favourite series is six of crows by leigh bardugo

random fact: couldn't decide so here's two: i can do harsh vocals, the metal screamy screams. i am also a tattoo artist for my friends (might work on strangers more in the future????)

forgot to tag someone so i just wont

17 Questions, 17 People

I was tagged by @thisismysecondrodeo

Nickname: my family and friends have a couple that are variations of my name :) my favorite is 'lil'

Sign: aries

Height: short!

Last thing I googled: it was something about FAFSA. currently in the throughs of college applications!

Song stuck in my head: Me & My Dog - Boygenius

Followers: 182

Amount of sleep: it depends. i'd say like 5-8 usually

Lucky number: 17

Dream job: working technical theatre on broadway/live concerts

What am I wearing: boxers and a t-shirt

Movies/Books that summarise me: god this is hard. i really cannot answer this but i'll think about it.

Favorite song: Night Shift - Lucy Dacus

Favorite instrument: i played the trumpet for five years and i'm biased

Aesthetic: could not tell you! my insta spam bio is "hey mamas lesbian impersonator" so let's go with that. or like, 'dilf-loving-probably-not-lesbian-lesbian' if that works. i dunno.

Favourite Book: My Policeman - Bethan Roberts or History Is All You Left Me - Adam Silvera.

Random fact: i spent the glorious hours of 10pm-4am (six hours straight!) reading fanfiction last night and texted my friend "fanfiction is my pitfall. sobbing over this shit in my bedroom at midnight is what will mark my teenage years"

i never know who to tag in these so i'm sorry if you've done it/find being tagged annoying. i always have fun with these but i know people don't like them sometimes. deepest apologies. : @the-groundhogs-revenge @brad-bakshi-apologist @clumpofglitter @m-eowdy @lesbianwithchainsaws

[dreamcatcherrs]

what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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sneak peak of Eddie Munson fic

Summary: Y/N has only been a resident of Hawkins for a couple of months, having moved from her home state of California to get away from an abusive ex-boyfriend. In the summer of 1989 she meets Eddie Munson at the local bar where he bartends and has to overcome her past trauma and trust issues while living her best smutty life with Eddie.

Pairing: fem!reader x Eddie, third person from reader and Eddie’s POV

A/N: I have literally 0 experience writing fanfic, so any constructive criticism is appreciated. Please be gentle with me :) THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW, it is not the full fic. I just wanted to put feelers out to see if I'm any good before I continue! This is just a rough draft!

Warnings: Fluff in the beginning and end with lots of mature content in the middle. Minors DNI! Bit of a slow burn. Reader and Eddie are both in their early 20’s. Idk what else to put for thew preview, if I'm missing anything please let me know.

Untitled, for now

Eddie:

He had been wiping down the bar counter when she walked in.

Eddie was finishing up his shift for the night at the bar he’d been working at since he finally graduated high school. He barely scraped through that so he knew college wasn’t going to do it for him. Instead, Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had a buddy who owned a local bar and got him a job there while he figured his life out. But after his uncle died last year Eddie had been living a life of relative solitude. He did his best to stay busy either working or attending band gigs with Corroded Coffin to avoid coming home to his empty trailer.

At least that was how it was until she came into his bar on a slow Saturday night. Eddie had never seen a woman like her in all his years in Hawkins. The way she dressed, the way she sauntered up to his bar, even the way she talked when she ordered herself a beer. A girl ordering a beer, seriously??

Eddie tried not to stare as he took her money for the drink, but she didn’t make it easy on him. Her breasts barely covered by the top that she wore briefly rested on the bartop as she reached for her drink and he guiltily looked away.

He decided to strike up a conversation with her, it was part of the job after all. Eddie did his best to sound as casual as possible when he asked, “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before, you new here?”

Reader:

Y/N nervously entered the bar when she first laid his eyes on him.

She knew she was on her own for a while before her friends met her there, but she didn’t care about any of that when she saw the bartender for the first time. He had the kindest, deep brown eyes Y/N had ever seen; she couldn’t help herself from taking in his figure in the old band tee he wore with the sleeves ripped off and sides stretched down almost to his waist.

Y/N didn’t make it a habit to frequent bars and tried to play it cool by ordering the first thing that came to mind.

“Hi, I’ll have a beer, please.” A beer? Gross…” She knew she would be able to order something more to her tastes when Steve got here, he’d know what to order her. Until then she was desperate to appear nonchalant to this beautiful bartender.

As he poured her beer she took the chance to look harder at him without being obvious. Y/N was intrigued by the tattoos scattered on his arms and the long fluffy curls brushing his strong shoulders. She was startled back into reality when he asked her if she was new in town. Really? What a cliché question.

“Kind of, yeah. I moved here a couple months ago but I haven’t been around town too much,” she answered.

“Well, I could have told you that. You don’t exactly fit in,” the bartender said sarcastically with a small smile.

Y/N would have asked why he bothered asking her if he already knew, but she was grateful for his ice-breaking conversation.

“I guess you’re right! But it’s nice to meet you – Y/N,” she introduced herself  and bravely put her hand out to him. “Y/N! It’s even nicer to meet you, I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

He put his warm hand into hers for a friendly shake, and it felt like a jolt of electricity went right through her. Eddie’s touch was doing something to her, and Y/N couldn’t help but to wonder how his hands would feel on other parts of her body. He quickly withdrew his hand, as though he felt the shock, too. Oh God, can he read my mind??

[sluttyten]

hey there, been a fan of your work for just over a year now :) i saw the post about taeyong and yuta requests, so i was wondering if i could request a smutty drabble with sub!yuta tattoo appreciation :0

cw: sub!yuta, light degradation/humiliation

Yuta was still in bed when you got home from working your opening shift. His arms are draped over his face probably in an attempt to block out the sunlight pouring through the uncovered window. He groans a little at the sound of your bag hitting the floor, your jacket and then the rest of your clothes following.

"I'm home," you coo, crawling into the bed, sliding over him. "Are you going to stay in bed all day?"

It's shortly after noon, one of the perks of your barista job being that if you open, you're done by midday. Plenty of opportunities to surprise your sweet boyfriend with a wakeup call, which you never have time to do before work.

Yuta whines, not moving his arms.

Last night, he'd come knocking on your door around midnight, a loose smile painted there by the drinks he'd had at dinner with his groupmates. "I'm not drunk, ma'am," he'd grinned as you let him inside. You'd been in your pajamas, several hours into your sleep when the sound of his knocking had woken you.

You wanted to be annoyed that he'd woken you, but you couldn't be. Not when he kissed you sweetly, not when he started whispering apologies as he trailed you back to bed, and definitely not when he had to have your help peeling his shirt over his head. You'd watched him kick away the rest of his clothes, and then he'd snuggled in on the other side of your bed, tugging against his chest the extra pillow you always kept there for him.

Clearly, he's still feeling the drinks from last night.

"Baby, wake up for me." You put on a gentle tone, reaching for his arms. You don't try to pull them away, you just tease your fingers over his biceps, bring them down to his chest. Yuta makes soft, pleased sounds at the light feel of your fingers passing up and down his chest, and the sound turns into a quiet moan when your fingers trail over his nipples, down the sides of his chest to tickle barely over his ribs.

He shifts, but doesn't move his arms away even when you softly coo "baby" again.

Yuta gets like this sometimes, usually after he's been drinking, when his defenses are already down. That's when he's his most vulnerable with you, when he lets his submissive side out to play.

He squirms beneath you, and you slide lower on his body, bringing your hands trailing down over his ribs, across his belly. His hips rolls up when you draw your finger around his navel. And you hear him gasp, the sound muffled somewhat inside the cage of his arms, when you tug ever-so-lightly on his navel piercing.

Still, lower you bring your fingers.

At some point since you left this morning, he'd discarded the rest of his clothes. Because when you reach his tattoo on his hip, you find that there's no sight of his underwear, and when you drag the sheet covering him lower, his half-hard cock is there waiting for you.

"Did you get hot?" You ask, teasing your fingers in an outline around his feather tattoo. "Or horny?"

Yuta just rolls his hips up in reply.

Fine, if he doesn't want to answer, then you won't give him what he wants. You'll ignore his cute penis. You'll focus on his tattoos because you adore them. You've always liked studying them when you've got him like this, all laid out bare and open for you.

He continues growing harder as you touch his tattoo low on his hip, as you lower your head to kiss at his belly, to trace your tongue over the butterfly. He makes soft noises as you touch his abdomen, sliding your hands around his tiny waist.

"Was dreaming about you," Yuta finally says after several unbearably long moments of you ignoring his growing erection. "I woke up and you were gone, but I'd been having such a good dream."

You hum, now moving your mouth higher, bringing your lips over his ribs. You hear the sound of Yuta's arms at last moving away from over his face.

"I didn't touch myself though. I knew you wouldn't want me to touch without you here."

He's right about that.

Yuta only makes a surprised sound when you're suddenly right there before his face, when you're suddenly kissing him. His next moan comes when you sit down over his cute (and now fully erect) dick, trapping it between your underwear and his abdomen.

You like teasing him like this, humping him and not letting him inside you.

"I was thinking about you too earlier," you murmur against his lips. Yuta hums in response. "I was on my break, scrolling through my photos and messages, and I saw that thread of photos you sent me last week, baby."

Yuta bucks his hips up against you, and you sit down more firmly over his dick, but you start moving. Just slow rocking motions of your hips, grinding yourself over him without really giving him what he wants.

"Remember that, Yuta, baby? The photos and the video you sent me?" You kiss him softly, tugging his bottom lip gently into your mouth. And then you say, "The way you humped your pillow and told me that you wished it was me, that you had my fingers or my big cock in you."

It's not always that you top Yuta, but sometimes he just really gets in the mood to have his ass filled with fingers, a toy, a cock. You can still remember back when you first started hooking up, when it was a casual non-exclusive thing before emotions got involved, he once sent you a video of him getting fucked by another guy. The tattoos on the other man's hips had confused you, making you think it was Yuta doing the fucking and not the other way around.

But after that you'd realized that he liked to bottom too sometimes, that he could bottom, could be submissive. You just had to treat him right, give him the time and the safe space to be vulnerable with you like that.

And you definitely have given him that multiple times. Once this relationship became exclusive, he really opened up to you, letting you dom him, top him sometimes.

So, that thread of photos and the video you'd rediscovered earlier today had awoken the desire in you to watch your boyfriend cum like he had in that video for you.

"Your little dick came so much in the video." You roll your hips down against his erection. "It was so cute."

Yuta moans, drawing his arms up over his head, twisting his fingers in the pillowcase. "Not cute. I'm big."

"Sure, baby." You kiss him reassuringly on the lips one last time before you sit up. "But my dildo is bigger. Maybe I should have you hump your pillow again, and since my dildo fills me so much better than your little penis, I'll just ride it while I watch you."

Yuta's cheeks grow pink as you degrade him, continuing to grind down on his length. His size is honestly perfect, but once you'd discovered that he had a slight complex about it (despite it being a good, average size in reality) as well as having a thing for receiving humiliation and degradation in small doses, you'd eaten it up.

You truly have been thinking about Yuta all day, ever since your break, your imagination had been wandering to this exact moment, humping your boyfriend until you get him to cum. It won't be long, and you know it. He never lasts long when you start teasing him.

Yuta moans, lifting his hips up, trying to fuck you even though your underwear are still in the way. He rocks his hips, chasing the feeling that grows in his belly. You know he's close, that he just needs a little more to push him over the edge.

Your fingers brush down his body, lingering over his tattoos he's so proud of. "Remember the time you told me you got hard while getting tattooed?" It had been an unexpected side effect of his minor pain kink. "I bet the artist didn't even notice, baby. But maybe next time, he will. Maybe he'll notice your little cock getting hard in the front of your tight pants from the pain. Wouldn't that be embarrassing, Yuta? Him seeing how little you are, how pathetic you are for getting off on getting a tattoo?"

Yuta whines, and you move faster over his cock, grinding perfectly back and forth along his length, still talking, trying to hit his sweet spot with the degradation and the extra sweetness of humiliation.

"He'd probably ask how you please me with such a small little toy like that." You slide your hands up Yuta's chest, and you swivel your hips down on his dick, right as you say, "And I'd just have to tell him, you're my little cock to play with."

And just like that, Yuta gasps and moans, his orgasm hitting.

His cum splatters across his abdomen, shooting up his belly, over his cute belly button piercing, touching on the butterfly tattoo, some of it pooling down over the feather and birds on his hip.

Yuta's chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. His fingers tighten in the pillowcase beneath his head.

You spread your fingers across his chest, quickly tweaking both of his nipples between your pointer finger and thumb. He moans and you feel his dick twitch beneath you.

"How cute," you coo, leaning down to drop a kiss to his chest. "Maybe you should get these pierced too." You scatter kisses lower and lower, until your tongue tastes the first streak of cum. Yuta moans softly at the feeling of your tongue flat against his skin, cleaning him up, clearing away his cum from his tattoos, sucking gently at his navel piercing, and when your mouth at last sinks over his cock, you swear his heart stops beating for a moment judging by the sound he makes.

He didn't cum in your bed without you here, you think he definitely deserves a sweet treat for that, and you've got the whole rest of the day to reward him.

[endeaavorr]

bokuto headcanons (random)

SFW

he really treasures the tadaima and okaeri culture, it feels domestic.

one time you were still in the shower when he came home so he’d look around the entire apartment with a deflated hair and a pout going ‘tadaima.. y/n ? taadaaiimaa..y/n?’

when you got out still with a towel on your neck for your damp hair you’re welcomed with the sight of him slumping down on the sofa with a pout so sad you almost thought he cried fr.

gets really whiny when this happens.. bear hugs and dramatic whines and fake cries lmao.

def begged you to bathe him that night.

can u imagine just the two of you hugging in the bathtub, his giant figure slouched to yours while you pet his hair and he mumbles a load of i miss yous.

why tf is he not in my arms rn i need a moment i—

really likes soft soup-ey food like a hot curry but you cook the rice inside the curry for a moment so it has a texture of a semi-porridge.

hm i contemplated a bit with this but yes he def has your initial tattooed on the inner left side of his left ring finger.

bcs athletes can’t wear jewelries in the court including wedding rings as it might hurt them.

yes he’s a soft boy but he can be a cocky jock kinda guy too.

remember that scene in S4 where he enters the court like a king and throws his jacket and akaashi catches it ? yeah.

soft bokuto + cocky bastard bokuto are the same guy.

oh if you’re wondering why the left ring finger it’s bcs the vein of a left ring finger directly links to his heart.

one time the ice cream guy accidentally messed up your order and put a mint choco ice cream in your cookies and cream milkshake..

bo can tell you didn’t have the heart to tell them to remake it so he switched his thankfully proper milkshake with yours.

and he didn’t even flinch.

you legit almost cried out of love tbh.

NSFW

hm despite his monster stamina he falls asleep first after.

especially when he just got home from an overseas game.

he’d look at you with half lidded eyes and small pants before falling asleep.

you despite having 0 strength left forces yourself to stay awake for a while to just look at his face.

if you can move your arm you’d caress the side of his hair and the small undercut on his upper nape.

when you composed yourself a bit you’d shift closer and pull the covers over the two of you while your arm hangs loose on his body.

i might cry ngl.